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5 days ago
Current T minus 2 days until my wager to grow my hair our for the winter ends; this mop needs a trimming.
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8 days ago
I think that's enough todaying for today.
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2 mos ago
Kinda going through it lately. 😕
2 mos ago
I am depression.
2 mos ago
Well then. *Dissociates*
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Claiming next. Being that it's been established that Toni had something to sense.

First Steps Back Home


'Who even are you?'


Cait stood quivering on the front step of the house. A hasty goodbye had wrapped up her brief reunion with Jaz, who had rushed back to her car in a hurry. Like a puppy following its human, Cait had followed close behind stopping just as she crossed the threshold to the outside. From that spot, rocking back and forth she had watched as the blue SUV rolled of the drive way and out of sight; she stayed transfixed until the glow of the tail lights faded into the young night.

Steadying a trembling hand, she took a gulp of the Twisted Tea that Daniel had given her. With her free hand she gathered her phone. The text she had ignored earlier found itself given her full and undivided attention. It stared back at her with vicious dissection. The inquisition caught her off balance; her inebriated brain fumbled around for a response.

'It's complicated.'


Cait tapped "Send." For a laboring minute she glared down the LED screen in an uncommon perfect stillness.

The response came.

'You said you didn't do complicated.


'It's not me. It's family shit.--'


Cait's thumb hovered over the Send button. The last two words of her message hung up her train of thought.

Family

That was what she had always been told about the Coven. "These are your brothers, your sisters, your cousins," her father would say to her, almost religiously. But the tow of life had taken its piece; difference of character and lifestyles had left walls and conflict. Despite the few bonds Cait had made within the Coven, she had insisted on treading the path of an outsider; she had spent much of her life distancing herself from the Coven, Magic, and Tanner.

Cait slipped her phone back into her pocket, leaving her last message unsent. Downing the last of her Twisted Tea in a single chug, she dropped the can to the side and hovered down from the front steps. She trudged out into the front lawn a ways and turned back towards the mansion. She craned her neck up; the large house imposed against the young night sky over her.

In quick succession, her chest dropped twice.

The first came from a hard realization: that morning, Cait's return to Tanner felt like being stuck back into a cage. Now, it sank in that she had returned to a home she had never known. Holding the ground before her, the mansion was the monolithic symbol of a double life she yearned to sever herself from in the name of a free a simple life. The feeling was a long time coming; Cait had been ready for it the moment the plane from LA had lifted off the tarmac.

The second was sudden and unexpected; it ripped her from her own head space like duct tape peeling off the skin. The backdrop of the sky against the house flashed. The subtle aura of magic that encompassed the town dispersed and vanished into the dark night. Cait knew enough to understand: the barrier that Carlisle's family maintained to protect the town was gone. The sight rooted her to her spot on the lawn.

Who even are you?


The question burned into Cait's thoughts.

What had seemed a clear choice not even a moment earlier had turned into a daunting debate. She could have made a run; split town and hightailed it back to Cali to pick up where she had left off. With so much going on would anyone even know she was gone before she was well and away from Tanner? She didn't have her board though, and if she knew her parents they'd have magic'd up a way to keep her from getting it back.

With the barrier falling, anything could be lurking in the night. She might have taken her chances with the council and fled; with what the shielding spells had kept away...

Cait wanted to live free; dying in the process did little to serve that purpose.

Who even are you?


She looked up and down the street, and then back at the house. She double-taked, and triple-taked. She took another hit off of the joint; it probably wouldn't last the night. Hauling in a deep breath, she hiked back up the lawn to the front door. Restraining a trembling arm, she pushed the door open and crossed back into the Coven.
@Mae adjusted the stats. Goose egg for Charisma and dropped Wisdom down to a one.

What sort of mechanic will the stats play out through?
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Ooo I dig it! The haunting repetition, but also the beat! It is absolutely Rue. 👻

Are we sharing music???? music.youtube.com/watch?v=RilTolc2WPQ…

I'mma mod post... soon! ish!


Dig the track.

As a note in terms of Toni's Rue Deflecting Shield, for the time being I'm going to play it as only providing cover in front of her.

Also, going by the current character roster, we inadvertently made this something of a magical girl RP. Lol.
I'll get myself caught up over the weekend.
Not sure why, but the piano track in this piece comes to mind when I think of what Rue are.

music.youtube.com/watch?v=9-L5GS_7JNc…
I apologize for my absence. Mental health is a b****
Orin Ackermore

Returning to Kakariko Village. Morning.


The low tone of a war horn rang down from the lower pass of Death Mountain. Front and center, Orin trudged his way down the path flanked by five members of his unit that had remained behind to cover the retreat. Waving a heavy arm, he beckoned to the guard at the trailhead, who opened the gate. The Captain didn't await questions as entered the village. "The mountain isn't passable. There are too many monsters along the way."

Sullen and baggy eyed, he left the guard with a brief salute, and began crossing through the village center. It was a quiet morning, the early mist rolling down from Death Mountain hung low among the houses with a spectral weight. It was nothing like home. In days of old he would make similar returns to Castletown, where even in the times of peace, soldiers and knights returning were welcomed back with fanfare; the people of the city would flock to Hyrule's finest, adults looks to glean news and rumors from the far corners of the Kingdom, children simply to admire the warriors they might aspire to someday be themselves. Kakariko stood somber and desolate on the return of the patrol; they might have simply gotten their fill from those that had retreated ahead of Orin. In any case, there were no people to greet the rear guard. The sense of hollowness in desperate times was palpable.

It was when Orin passed through the center of the village that hurried footsteps and an urgent voice broke the silence. "Captain! You're back. Thank Hylia."

Seeing one of the guards from the village entrance, Orin scowled, cutting down the man with a glare of strict discipline. "Did you just abandon post to come greet me?" It was all well enough that the civilians dropped their dealing to see in the army; a troop leaving station would be grounds for punishment, if not for the trying days.

"Oh..." the guard recoiled, taken aback and embarrassed at the realization of what he might have just done. "Well uh... no Sir. Not exactly. Errr--"

"Well then what is it?" Orin grew more scalding. "Have you anything to report?"

"Yes sir. We've just had a new arrival. She seems to be another refugee. She brings news from Lon Lon Ranch."

"Lon Lon?" It had been some time since Talon and his daughter had ventured from their ranch in Central Hyrule; save for a few deliveries of rations and a few healthy steeds, they hadn't come through Kakariko much since Ganondorf's coup. Wondering if the refugee might be Malon, Orin ordered his guard hastily. "Bring her to me."

The guard saluted, and ran back to his post to pass down the command.

@Product
Caitlin Morgan Cade


With a couple of hits off her joint, Caitlin had reached cloud nine. Snuffing out the burning end to save for later, she slid it into her pocket along with her lighter. She looked through the doors into the dining room, seeing that the party was starting to grow more lively. Not one to pass up the party favors, she crossed the veranda back into the house. Carlisle passed by her, escorting an inebriated Lilith.

RIP, bro. If Cait remembered the two properly, a stressed Carlisle and a drunk Lilith wasn't destined to end well.

The high was in full swing as she stepped inside. The long table, stocked with drinks and snacks, was a treasure trove to the bloodshot eyes. She moved with a float in her step, stopping in front of the junk food buffet, surveying the plethora of options Carlisle had provided. Eyes darting back and forth, Cait finally found her refreshments of choice. She placed a bottle of water under her arm, then mixed a pour of cola into a splash of rum. From the snacks, she helped herself to a bowl full of Takis; the spicy, burrito-shaped tortilla chips had become a favorite.

Stocked with snacks and sips, Caitlin journeyed from the dining room into the living room, giving Jaz a passing nod as she passed. Along the way she nodded in acknowledgement of the other party goers as well. She buckled slightly as the floor rumbled from an explosion in the basement. She scrambled to keep her treats from falling to the floor; relief settled when she managed to save her cocktail from spilling out.

Arriving unscathed in the living room, she set her drink on the coffee table and flopped down into a plush armchair next to it. Snatching the cocktail up, she took a large gulp, downing almost half of it in a single go. Plunging her hand into her helping of Takis, she slowly snacked, savoring the spicy flavoring as it interplayed with her high. She kicked back in the armchair, stretching in a feline fashion before settling her arms behind her head. She rotated the armchair ninety degrees, and watched into the dining room.

She had turned around at just the right moment to see party action unfold. Delaney, whom Cait remembered having frequented a few parties with in high school, had gotten caught in a ruckus with a girl Cait couldn't recall seeing before. So much as she wanted to look away, she couldn't help but observe the ensuing fight with the interest of fan watching their team play a home game.

Before long, Serena and Erin had joined in; the home team was on a war path. Cait leaned forward, half excited and half terrified as the three threw the one to the floor. Her bloodshot eyes, glazed by the THC, widened beyond sensible size. Her chest throbbed; the half full glass of rum and coke trembled on the coffee table in perfect syncopation.

Then the fire came, flaring in the hand of the new girl.

Cait's stomach felt like it flipped as the exploding sensation filled the space behind her sternum. Just like Venice Beach. Just like...

She spun the chair back around in a one-eighty. Her cocktail glass, as though tied to her on a string, whipped across the living room and shattered against the wall, its contents left trickle down to the floor. The shrieks pierced through the rest of the noise. Cait buried a hand into her cargo pocket and jammed a pair of buds forcefully into into her ears. Pulling out her phone, ignoring a missed text, she dropped her thumb on the play button and let the ensuing tracks ease her back in.

Deep breaths, and a silently mouthed mantra brought about a calming wave. It's not like that.
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